Birthday Bash..I guess

Woke up to several calls n messages. Happy birthday. Thank you. N then twas time for the treat. Wasn’t late today. Had borrowed my sister’s state of the art flying machine. A dilapidated black scooty pep. Fair enough. I get to reach on time. Petrol nearing empty. After bout three hours in a pizza shop I come out all smiles. Garglic Bread and Tortilla finding their way thru my intestines. N I start the vehicle.

Long story short, the fucking thing refused to start. N I tried for half an hour. It was 3 pm n I had my girl watch n laugh at me all the while. I was sweating like a pig under the hot sun, kicking it n punching the self start button.

Maybe there’s not enough petrol. Struck me after half hour. Thankfully there was a petrol bunk nearby. Right next to this building. I went their did a tank fill n asked him to kick it for me. 10 mins later the engine came to life. Woah!! I upped the throttle n zipped off. In the wrong side. Fifteen mins later, I’m at this deserted street with not a shop in sight kicking again! No mechanics on a sunday afternoon. It took me another half hour of kicking to realize that I should dump the vehicle. I pushed it all the way to a complex that had a very steamy ice cream parlor named “Creamy inn”. I had a superb juice at a LOCAL juice-vandi (those pushcarts with manual juice “machines” a la muniyandi-vilas-of-the-juice) That was the most refreshing part.

I thought my luck got better when I spotted a Mechanic shop right opposite. Crossed n asked him if he’d come n fix it. He said ”Vandiya ittandu tha ba”

Translation “get the vehicle here u shit-head”

He was drunk. I dragged d vehicle from d complex n pulled it all d way to the oppoiste had to use d zebra crossing at d nearest junction. I had so much hatred for every vehicle that was zipping in front of my eyes. The drunk dude took another fifteen mins to tell me twas a problem with the battery. Said I’ve to charge the battery. I can either let him do it. Tomorrow. Or take the battery n come home get it ready get back to him tomorrow and get it done. I said fuck you n dragged the vehicle back to the complex cuz a minute more n he promised to charge me 50 bucks for consultation fees.

So..My vehicle is sitting in a lonely complex with no guard with a tank full of petrol right opposite a mechanic shop who would steal every part he could the minute he became sobre. Does it get better from here? Not really.

I went to a barista to cool down. Ordered a bottle of Chilled mineral water and sat down. Power cut. N the waiter returns with a “Sorry sir we dont have bottled water” n the drink I’d ordered, cannot be prepared cuz of the power cut. I still stayed there for half hour sharin my girl’s chocolate drink. Yes she was there thru out. The local juice, the mechanic shop, dual pushing of the vehicle, the embarrassing-moment-u-enter-power-cut. She was there thruout. N dint complain. Thankfully.

Before we went out, I promised her, I’ll give her a very memorable birthday to remember. I guess I did just about that.